Chương 65: we shall be called
*Narrator pov*
Within the foreboding walls of an ancient manor, dark wizards convened in a chamber draped in shadows and suffused with an aura of malevolence. Hooded and robed figures circled a serpent-etched table, some had their faces concealed by masks marked with the unmistakable insignia of the Dark Lord.
Dim, sickly green light emanated from floating orbs, casting a ghastly pallor upon the gathering. Sinister symbols etched in blood-red adorned the walls, pulsating with dark magic as if resonating with the very intentions of the Death Eaters.
A cold fireplace, bereft of warmth, flickered with embers of an unholy fire, its flames casting elongated shadows upon the room. The air vibrated with hushed whispers of incantations, a symphony of dark spells echoing through the chamber.
At the center, an ominous cauldron simmered with a potion that exuded a sickly-sweet odor, its vapors twisting like ethereal snakes. The Death Eaters, devoted to the cause of their malevolent master, convened in reverent silence as plans for the triumph of darkness unfolded.
As the clandestine meeting progressed, the very air seemed to thicken with an unspoken dread, and the mansion itself recoiled in the face of the nefarious gathering. In this unhallowed sanctum, Death Eaters plotted and schemed, bound together by the ominous mark they bore, their allegiance sworn to a world cloaked in the shadows of impending doom.
A handsome blond man with blood-red eyes sat at the head of the table, his chair taller than the rest. A calm look masked his face but his eyes told of desire while looking at the cauldron.
"Abraxas, your son, and his schoolmates will join us in a week's time are they prepared?" Tom asked while leaning his head onto his hand
Abraxas Malfoy smiled, "Of course, they have been waiting for this moment,"
"My Knights, it is almost time for us to reveal our strength to the world," Tom said loudly to the whole group
His followers oozed an aura of excitement and bloodthirst, it was almost time for them to truly show the world that purebloods are superior.
"It is done, my Lord," One of the individuals present said respectfully
Tom got out of his seat a calmly headed toward the cauldron, inside the giant cauldron was surprisingly a scarce amount of liquid.
Grabbing a silver bowl Tom poured the contents of the cauldron inside, cupping the bowl with both hands he gently brought it to his lips.
Before drinking the unknown liquid he smiled, "Tonight we will be rebirthed," as he drank the liquid his already pale skin seemed to become just a little paler, and his irises changed slightly
Tom felt power feeling his very being, "No longer are you my Knights but, my death eaters!"
Everyone in the room knelt at his feet, Tom Riddle no Lord Voldemort has been born.
*Morpheus pov*
My what a fun scene, young Tom taking that potion wasn't the smartest move. It will increase his power and prepare his body for rituals but it will also affect his mind.
I wouldn't be surprised if the demons had a hand in this.
"Haa," I sighed a small smile playing on my lips it looked like I was going to be rather busy
Drafting a letter containing what I saw I sent Negary to the Black family residence, it looks like I will be having to meet Albus in person.
Picking up some floo powder I threw it into the fireplace, "Hogwarts, headmaster's office,"
*fwish* "Who has business here, I do not have anyone scheduled," Albus' face appeared in the flames
I leaned closer to the flame, "It's me, Albus,"
"Ah, come in," He replied swiftly unlocking the floo
Appearing in the office I took my seat, "How has your summer been?" I asked
"Productive," Albus replied vaguely
"As has mine, have you seen these?" I asked tossing over the newspaper clippings I got at my last meeting with the Black family
"Yes, it is rather disheartening. I assume it is Tom's doing?" he asked with a sad look crossing in his eyes
"Yes, it is, and what's worse is Tom is accelerating his schedule he is planning to introduce himself to the world very soon in mere weeks," I answered with a frown
He ran his hand over his tired face taking off his glasses, "Are you certain?" Albus asked softly
I nodded, "Yes, prepare for an uphill battle. Britain is not suited for the mass killings that will ensue the government will not know how to react,"
"You don't seem worried," Albus observed
I laughed, "Albus, being a master of divination sometimes is more harm than good. I see much more than you could imagine, I just can't share it or the future would change. As you are cursed with the knowledge I share with you, I am cursed with the knowledge of much more frightening things,"
Albus looked deep in thought, "I guess I hadn't considered that before,"
"Hardly anyone does, anyway I will be going now I just wanted to tell you to prepare yourself this summer is only getting started. I will be around contact me if there is an emergency," I told Albus before leaving via floo
***
Leaving Hogwarts I traveled to my manor and began to change out of my dark robes and into a lighter tone. I will be traveling to Egypt next and I must, above all be prepared for a battle.
Before leaving for Egypt, sadly I must meet with a race that either hates me or respects me.
The goblins.
Appearing in Diagon Alley I walked toward Gringotts. The goblins at the entrance didn't make a move when I passed through.
The second I made it to the main floor, the oldest goblin sitting on the highest pedestal made eye contact with me.
He quickly went for the dagger at his side but I put up my hands in a show of non aggression as I walked forward.
"I didn't come here to fight, just speak ask your king for an audience," I said in their language Gobbledegook
"You dare to walk in here Morpheus?" The Goblin spat
Ah, so this is the middle of the two options. They neither hate me nor like me. Contrary to his words of anger I saw him contact his king.
The goblin got down from his pedestal, "He will meet with you, don't touch anything" he growled deeply at me
I laughed, "Lead the way,"
As I walked through Gringotts The polished marble floor beneath my feet reflected the grandeur of the cavernous hall, and the occasional glint of gold from a stray Galleon or a Knut caught my eye. The imposing counters, manned by stern-faced Goblins, were lined with elaborate inkwells and quills, ready to record the transactions of the wizarding clientele.
As I navigated through the labyrinthine corridors, the walls seemed to close in, adorned with ornate designs and guarded by imposing bronze doors. The flickering torches cast dancing shadows, giving the passageways an otherworldly feel.
Entering the heart of the bank, the vaults, the air grew colder, and the walls seemed to close in further. The cart that awaited me, guided the old stern-faced Goblin, clanked and clattered along the tracks, hurtling deeper into the bowels of Gringotts.
Toward the King.
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